The day of fortune-telling for the dragon

Gradually, Hua Jue got used to the habit that Xuanlong must hug him to sleep.This dragon doesn't know the ways of the world, and doesn't know that his behavior should be counted as frivolous; Hua Jue tried to reason with him, but Xuanlong resolutely crossed the regulations he listed: "You can't tell Kiss... I've already kissed you, it doesn't count, and I was helping you at the time. As for this one, you are not allowed to hug..." Xuanlong reached out and touched the head of the person in his arms, and wrapped Hua Jue in his arms Can't move: "I've already hugged it, it doesn't count."

Hua Jue: "..."

Xuanlong threw aside the occupancy criteria that Hua Jue worked so hard to display: "There is only one for the bridal chamber, you forgot to write it down. But it doesn't matter, I can wait for you, and I will marry you when you think of me."

Hua Jue said angrily: "Who wants to marry you!"

Xuanlong hugged him and turned over, wrapped him in a quilt, and didn't speak.Hua Jue couldn't understand the reasoning with him, so she slept aggrievedly for several days, and even accepted this kind of life.At first, Xuanlong always turned into a dragon to coax him first, and then turned back into a human body at night to hold him. He would scold him when he saw Xuanlong climbed into bed, but this dragon was skinless and shameless. He didn't even melt into the dragon's body, and just rushed forward and stuffed him into his arms, as if he was a pillow.

Hua Jue then said weakly: "You'd better...become a symbolic dragon first. I can pretend I don't know."

Xuanlong remained motionless, very calm: "Too lazy to change."

Hua Jue feels that this day cannot be passed.In the past, he still had time to tell the fortunes of those good-looking sons and daughters, and he didn't charge money to feast his eyes. Since Xuanlong came, Hua Jue had his face in his mind all day long, just like Xuanlong himself. Helped him drive away period after period of good luck.What's more, he went to the tea party in the city lord's mansion, and when he saw Mr. Sang, he could feel calm.

Is his broken-sleeve flower going to be snuffed out in the bud before it even has time to bloom?

Hua Jue was a little melancholy.This day, he was still thinking about the relic whose lettering could not be seen clearly, and he was dizzy.On the other side, Xuanlong washed the dishes and clothes, hung the clothes to dry in the courtyard, and then helped him tidy up the courtyard, making a loud bang.

Hua Jue rubbed her eyes and ran out, and saw Xuanlong's sleeves rolled up, revealing his clear arms, working hard behind the small canal where their house diverted water.

"What are you doing?"

"Repair the feng shui at home." Xuanlong already regarded Huajue's small yard as their common "home" very naturally. He reached in and pulled out a string of chicken blood stones strung with silver wires: "You have a The magic circle has been kept for 19 years to protect the safety, but it has been in disrepair for a long time, and there are gaps in some places, and it is easy for some things to sneak in. I have learned some of these things recently, and I will help you fix them."

Hua Jue let out an "oh".In the places Xuanlong pointed out to him, he hadn't really discovered that there were engraved spells and formations hidden there before, and these should be left by grandma.Before Grandma Hua passed away, she had specially told him not to move the furnishings in the house easily, and Hua Jue obediently obeyed.Since he was a child, he has been cultivated a good habit of "putting used things back to the original place immediately". The reason is that his grandma keeps an eye on him all the time, and punishes him to recite the "Heart Sutra" whenever he becomes lazy and careless.

He was a little curious: "What will come in?"

Xuanlong thought for a while: "Weasel spirit, flower demon or something." Then, he continued to knock on the bricks and tiles behind the canal, and pulled out... a head without paying attention, and the thing looked up at him with bared teeth, showing With a twisted and weird smile, Xuanlong froze for a moment, then quickly stuffed it back.

"What's wrong?" Hua Jue heard the sound and wanted to follow to see.Xuanlong hurriedly blocked the dug out "person" behind the wall to prevent it from coming out, and said: "It's nothing, Hua Jue, I'm hungry."

"Hungry?" Hua Jue was a little puzzled.Xuanlong and him had just eaten, and it was said that they would not be so hungry so quickly, but he still asked: "Do you want to eat roasted fruit? Shall I steam roasted fruit for you?"

Xuanlong responded.Hua Jue glanced at him suspiciously, but went back to the room to make up.

Outside the house, Xuanlong crushed a few spirits with malicious intentions to death, dredged the drain outside the door, drove away a few mice, and only then completed his great cause of house repair.He keenly noticed that every inch of the land here had traces of Dharma protectors, and even the back of the bricks and tiles on the roof were engraved with words.In fact, when he first came here, he had noticed that this mortal house could suppress his cultivation and confuse his vision.If Hua Dabao hadn't led the way, he would have been unable to move even a single step in this narrow house.

As for the weasel spirit who wanted to kill Hua Jue that day, it was because there was a hole under the desk in Hua Jue's bedroom, and it was able to sneak in by chance.Although the handwriting written on the beams and bricks and tiles was complicated and eerie, they only wanted one thing, Hua Jue's safety.

Is it the "Grandma" that Hua Jue often mentioned?

Xuanlong raised his eyes and glanced at the sky, there was an invisible barrier in the deep space, even birds could not enter.At this moment, he seemed to exchange a glance with the deceased, and understood the meaning behind that look.

"I will protect you well." Xuanlong said.

Hua Jue sat in front of the stove, "Huh?"

Xuan Long said again seriously: "I will protect you, Hua Jue."

Hua Jue didn't know what the dragon was doing again, he was not used to such straightforward statements, he just thought that this extra skinny dragon was worried about his fate, and after holding it back for a long time, he choked out a few words: "I...will Give you something to eat."

Xuanlong: "..."

After finishing his work, Xuan Long sat motionless at the table waiting for his dessert.After a while, the roasted fruit was put on the table, and the soft and sweet dough lay down in the earthenware bowl, and was pinched into the images of several chubby rabbits.Hua Jue had steamed a bit too much, ate half of it with Xuanlong, and fed one to Hua Dabao, there was still a drawer of warm ones left, and finally decided to send it to the City Lord's Mansion.

Hua Jue packed the food box and heard Xuan Long ask him: "The place you are going to is across the street from us, isn't it?"

Hua Jue saw that Xuanlong was about to turn into a dragon and roll up to him, and quickly cut off his words: "Yes, it's only one street away, it's very safe, I won't need a stick of incense to come back, you can Wait for me at home."

Xuanlong seemed to think for a while: "Then, take that pen with you."

Hua Jue hesitated a little.

Xuanlong is not obsessively attached to him, and recently asked him to practice using the judge pen, the reason is "to prevent accidents if you run out and cry alone when we quarrel", Hua Jue imagined herself mourning like a boudoir girl After crying... he hit the black dragon with the book in his hand, and then he didn't take this matter to heart.

He instinctively felt that the pen should be used as little as possible, except for the case of Xuanlong. At that time, he clearly felt that it was not himself but the pen that judged Xuanlong's "undeserved death".His will does not control the will of this fetish.But Xuanlong didn't think so. He asked Huajue to experiment with the effects of words such as "break", "ban", "shou", "yu" and "zhu", and summoned some harmless little spirits to make Huajue To try to reach and drive.However, Hua Jue was as timid as a rabbit, and every time at this time, she would be frightened like chaff, screaming again and again, and finally dragged back to the house by Xuanlong.

Hua Jue sighed resignedly, put the judge's pen in her sleeve pocket, and carried the relic on her body, ready to ask Mr. Sang if he recognized the words on it.

Xuan Long stood at the door and saw him off: "Come back early."

Hua Jue's eyes were dazzled by the smile on his face again, her heart beat a little faster for some reason, and she rushed across the street in a hurry.

It was almost evening, every household had dinner and went back to the house to rest, and it was the quietest time of the day in the City Lord's Mansion.In the courtyard and outer room, he did not find Mr. Sang.

A servant told him: "Mr. Sang is in the study with the city lord. We have already notified you. You can go directly."

Hua Jue thanked the man, found the study lightly, and knocked on the door.The person inside coughed lightly, signaling him to come in, Hua Jue walked in and closed the door, looked up and saw Mr. Sang looking over, fingered him, motioning him to keep quiet.

There was a fire in the room, and it was very warm.Mr. Sang sat on the couch with a person leaning on his shoulder.The city lord of Jiangling closed his eyes and slept beside him, because his accountant was shorter than him, Sang Yi had to straighten his body and back, try his best to make him not so tired, and the movements of his hands were smooth. It is very gentle, and there is almost no sound when the pages are turned.

He lip-synced to Hua Jue: "There is something on paper."

Hua Jue was a little surprised by the scene in front of her, but she still kept her mouth shut, sat down and wrote down her reason for coming on a piece of paper, and then pushed the relic in front of Mr. Sang.

Sang Yi lowered her eyes for a moment, then took up a pen and wrote: "It is Beizhao script, a script written in a small country bordering Fanbang. This script originated from the snow-capped mountains, where the legendary Phoenix's son Garuda lived. No wonder you don't know Yes, Erhai Liuzhao was broken up 15 years ago, and few people have heard of them now."

Hua Jue felt that she was back to the time when she was studying in a private school, so she couldn't help being awed and watching seriously.Sang Yi continued to write: "The word on it is exactly the word 'Fenghuang'. I don't know if there is a mistake in the engraving, and it is written as Zhu-Huanghuang."

He handed the translated words to Hua Jue:

"Feng Huang: How can there be skin and bones?"

"A phoenix, where does the skin and bones come from? This sounds a bit strange. I don't understand your mysterious and mysterious knowledge, but I think it has some similarities with the Buddhist proverbs... It is a bit like a verdict."

Verdict?

Hua Jue reacted suddenly, and he finally knew where the familiarity this relic gave him should be attributed - it was similar to his judge pen, and contained an unquestionable and unchangeable intention in it, which was beyond fate. What's on the plate and the astrolabe.Ordinary scripture spells, without exception, need to pay homage to the Dharma king and heaven, and ask for God's blessing.Only this kind of spell that does not invite the gods and respects the gods is of the same type as his graffiti, and there is no need to borrow from the outside world.

Hua Jue stared at the golden relic soaked in corpse oil, a little dazed.

Does anyone have a judge's pen like him?

He put the relic back into his sleeve, thanked Mr. Sang, and then went out lightly.The cold wind outside the house made his altar see through, he thought about it as he walked, turned around the pavilions and pavilions of the city lord's mansion with a lantern, and prepared to go home.

Just as he turned a corner, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a shadow on the wall moving, and then flashed in front of him with a clatter.

Hua Jue held up the lamp and looked, almost scared out of her wits—a pale and deformed face appeared in the shadow of the lamp, vaguely recognizable as a human being, but her eyes were big and black, and she couldn't see the white part of her eyes, just like two black holes piercing her face. on the dough.The bridge of that man's nose was crooked, and the tip of his nose was particularly long. He also brought out a crooked mouth. It seemed that something was about to break out in that mouth, and a piece of white bone protruded blankly.

The "man" tilted his head and looked at him motionless.

This face was almost close to his face. Hua Jue had never been so close to this kind of thing in his age, and he could almost smell a fishy smell.With a crash, the lantern in his hand shattered, his hairs stood on end, and he rushed forward desperately.

That thing stood in front of his eyes, and Hua Jue almost cried in fright, but fortunately, she still remembered that her home was not far away, and there was a dragon at home.In panic, he felt that he had bumped into a soft object; he didn't dare to think about what it was, so he could only run as hard as he could towards the house. What made him even more frightened was that he felt that the object didn't go away, but it followed.

"Jiaofeng! Xiaofeng, Xiaofeng..."

Before Hua Jue finished shouting, she was pulled into her arms by someone.The familiar scent of grass and trees rushed towards his face, Xuanlong was pushed back a few steps by him, pushed him into the courtyard, and asked him softly: "What's wrong?"

Hua Jue was a little incoherent: "I saw, I saw..." Before he finished speaking, he heard a strange noise behind him, like the sound of autumn leaves being swept to the ground, coming straight towards him.Immediately he was too frightened to move again, and his voice sounded close to collapse: "It's right behind me! It-it-it..."

Xuanlong glanced outside the courtyard, then lowered his head, and slowly patted him on the back: "Okay, it's okay, it can't get in."

He seemed to coax a child: "Don't be afraid, it's okay, I'm here."

Under his comfort, Hua Jue slowly calmed down, and finally calmed down.He felt a little ashamed, but in normal times, he wouldn't be frightened like this, but this time, that thing suddenly jumped out and came face-to-face with him, and anyone else would be scared sick.

Seeing that he was fine, Xuanlong said in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, it is blocked outside the yard, I have fixed it, do you want to look back?"

Just as Hua Jue was about to leave his embrace, she immediately grabbed his sleeves: "No...don't."

Hua Dabao meowed a few times, and from the corner of his eye, Hua Jue caught a glimpse of his fat-headed cat leisurely walking past his feet, dragging something in from the yard.Taking advantage of his distraction, Xuan Long gently kissed his forehead: "Look, your cat is not afraid."

After hearing what he said, Hua Jue slowly calmed down, and slowly looked back at the thing that frightened her half to death—it was a bird.

It is not accurate to say that it is a bird. What Hua Jue saw just now should be the appearance of its failure to transform. The ugly and deformed human face corresponds to the bird lying on the ground.It was about two feet long, and its snow-white feathers were dirty with dirt and dust.Just looking at the prototype, it is even somewhat cute and beautiful, but it has an inch-long wound from the edge of the bird's beak, which ruined its head badly.

Xuanlong said: "It's a demon."

Hua Jue became more courageous, squatted down to look carefully, and asked Xuanlong while looking, "What monster? Peacock?"

Hua Jue had never seen a peacock, only heard of such a large bird, and had no idea what a peacock looked like.Xuanlong coughed, his voice sounded a little unnatural: "Well, it's probably not a peacock, but...a phoenix."

Hua Jue suddenly remembered the relic, and opened her eyes wide: "Phoenix? Is it the phoenix where the dragon and the phoenix are auspicious?"

Xuanlong said seriously: "No, it's the rare phoenix." After speaking, he was afraid that Hua Jue might misunderstand, and added: "I'm not familiar with their Phoenix clan, I only know you well."